Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Watching Father Solje fall silent, Fang Zheng Yi smiled faintly: "Father, do you know why the fleet of my Great Jing explored Fica?"

"Why?"

"To be honest, it was your Fica people who accidentally drifted to my Great Jing. Before I came, I asked them for some information about the Taifu Church." Fang Zheng Yi narrated slowly, "As far as I know, your church has a rare influence and a large number of followers, but on the other hand, your church is also using its advantages to exploit the people, making them suffer unspeakably."

"I heard that you have an activity called the Holy Year. Every Holy Year, countless believers gather, offering countless gold and silver to cleanse themselves of their sins, as well as donating inheritances, etc... Dare I ask, is anything I said false?"

Father Solje was silent for a moment, and said, "Is this a question with malice?"

"Malice? No, no, no, we are just chatting and exchanging information."

"The believers are all voluntary, and I have never heard anyone express dissatisfaction. Master Fang, I now understand. You are looking at the church with prejudice. You won't believe anything I say, right?" Father Solje said unhappily, "How can we preach? Just tell me your conditions directly."

Fang Zheng Yi suddenly slammed the table: "Great! I like your temper."

"Then I'll be frank. If you want to preach here, first you have to earn money to buy land to build a church, second, you can only accept believers in my Great Jing after completing the indicators I set, and third, the number and selection of local believers must be selected by the imperial court before they can enter the church. Can you accept these three conditions?"

After hearing this, Father Solje's face began to change, and then he said angrily: "You simply don't want us to preach! How can we earn money? Moreover, the language is not clear. Master Fang, is this your attitude to help us solve the problem? I think this is no longer prejudice, you are playing with us, this is hatred!"

It seems that the reaction is about the same as expected. We still have to talk slowly, and the brain still needs to be washed slowly.

Faced with Father Solje's impotent rage, Fang Zheng Yi said lightly: "Father, do you know? I used to be a devout Buddhist. Buddhism often talks about saving the world from suffering and transcending the dead to heaven. When I was young, I was inspired by these great aspirations, and I also put them into practice myself, such as helping old grandmothers go home and handing over the money I found to the constables, but as I grew older and saw more and more, seeds of doubt gradually began to be buried in my heart."

"The Buddha said that all people are equal, but everywhere I look, there are strict hierarchies. In a temple, from the novice monk to the abbot, the treatment is different. And the temple, which should have been a place for asceticism, has also become a place for collecting money. Countless believers have offered incense, and countless people's fat and ointment have been spent to create golden bodies for the Buddha who saved the world from suffering. Even in the end, it began to wreak havoc on the court."

"As far as I know, your church is also like this. Your Pope wears a golden crown, and the churches he builds are all incomparably gorgeous, and your teachings are also similar to saving the world. Am I right?"

Solje's expression was a little embarrassed, and he explained: "The gods have no form, but the world is foolish and cannot see through the true meaning, so they can only use statues and gorgeous decorations to attract believers and spread the teachings. This is for the sake of the overall situation. And I want to remind you, the Taifu Church is not the same as the Buddhism you mentioned!"

"Of course it's not the same thing, Buddhism has no right to tax." Fang Zheng Yi threw out a light sentence, and the priest clenched his fists.

"If it is for the sake of the overall situation to amass wealth, I can understand it, and I will assume that what you said is reasonable. But God loves the world and all living beings are equal, why does the Pope enjoy special privileges and wear gold and silver? Of course you can say that this is also to attract believers, but I can tell you that the appeal of a poor Pope in a high position will far outweigh that of a extravagant person, you should understand this."

"Furthermore, why can the Pope be in a luxurious palace communicating with nobles, while you, a lower-level person, are living a poor life on the ground, and even come to Great Jing from thousands of miles away to transform the world in the way closest to God? This is fundamentally unfair. The only reason is that the upper echelons of the church are blinded by greed and only care about their own enjoyment. You are just one of the tools for the church to collect money."

Father Solje suppressed his displeasure and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "This is malicious speculation."

Fang Zheng Yi shook his head and said indifferently: "No, this is not a simple speculation, but an experience. Your status is too low to see the upper-level discord, and I am at the peak of power, standing high and naturally seeing far."

"Father, let me ask you a question. Do you know where heaven is?"

"Naturally, it is in the sky." Father Solje said.

"Then where is hell?"

"Hell is underground."

"No, no, that's not right. What you said is just a situation that everyone knows, but the truth is always unexpected." Fang Zheng Yi held up a finger and pointed to the roof, "In fact, hell is under heaven, and the human world is the lowest level."

"Nonsense, why do you think what you said is true?" Father Solje sneered.

Fang Zheng Yi said calmly: "Believers go to heaven, heretics go to hell, and the human world is sandwiched in the middle. Logically speaking, the chances for both heaven and earth should be equal, so why are there always more people going to hell than going to heaven? There is only one truth, that is, we are closer to hell."

"The church promises you lofty goals, pure ideals, and a distant end point, and finally leads you to heaven. But no one knows that there is hell between the human world and heaven, and it takes a mountain of knives and a sea of fire to reach the other shore in the end."

"The process in the middle is a mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, and a forest of bones. Only a small number of people stepped on the bones of everyone to reach the material heaven. In the end, these people have long forgotten their original promises, and are still waving golden scepters high above, accusing the believers in the sea of blood hell of not being pure enough in their faith, not being dedicated enough, and not loving God sincerely enough. Am I right, Father?"

Father Solje stood up abruptly, his face flushed with anger and scolded: "You are simply slandering! Master Fang, you have no faith at all, you don't understand anything!"

Fang Zheng Yi slowly shook his head, staring at the priest with pity in his eyes: "If what I said is false, you shouldn't be angry. It can be seen that your faith is not pure and your heart has begun to doubt, otherwise why would you think in a bad way?"

"I am... You are slandering my church, of course I will be angry! Since you have this attitude, then let's not talk about it, I want to go home! Go home!" Father Solje trembled all over.

Heretic! This oriental man is definitely the most evil heretic he has ever seen!

Fang Zheng Yi almost laughed out loud.

Go home? You can really say it.

"Father, I think you misunderstood me. I am on your side. Sit down and talk slowly, don't get angry at every turn."

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